Chapter Two: Picture Day
Sunday, August 14
Oh my gosh! I am so freaking out! School picture day is tomorrow, and I have absolutely no idea what I am going to wear! And it's not like this is just a little picture that no one but Mom and Dad (and probably a few distant relatives) will see. This is middle school now! It'll be in the yearbook, there for all my peers to judge. I swear, *someone* (besides Kate Sanders, Claire Miller, all my teachers, my parents, and my little brother) is out to get me!
Mom and Dad think I'm asleep, and I think I hear someone coming. I'd better try to sleep-- I don't need bags under my eyes *and* the wrong outfit.
Monday, August 15
Out of all the ways this day could have gone, I think the way it *did* go was perfect. Even though I thought it was going to be one of the most miserable days of my life, it ended up being the best picture day *ever*!
To make a long story short, thanks to toad boy, I had to wear the unicorn sweater Gammy McGuire made me for Christmas last year. I spent the entire day trying to find an outfit-- any outfit-- to wear instead while Miranda was battling Kate again. They were both wearing the same outfit, and this did *not* make either of them very happy. Gordo found me the perfect top to wear for pictures, but it got ruined when I dove in front of the paint that Kate got this guy to throw at Miranda in art to ruin her outfit.
Fortunately, I didn't let this mess my picture up, either. Actually, my picture turned out perfecty. It couldn't have expressed my personality better. And Gordo and Miranda's pictures were great, too. All I know is that this day will definitely go down as a picture day none of us will ever forget.
Miranda said that she couldn't believe what I did for her, even though she knows she's my best friend and everything, and I guess I kind of understand what she means. Like, Gordo went to the drama club president and got all those great clothes for me even though he thought it was more important to be a good person than to look good in a picture, and even though he had his own stuff going on. I couldn't believe he did something so sweet for me! But then, he *is* Gordo, and he *is* my best friend...
And plus, he *was* kind of right. Even though it *is* really important to look good in a picture, it's just as important to be a good person, too.
Sunday, August 14
Oh my gosh! I am so freaking out! School picture day is tomorrow, and I have absolutely no idea what I am going to wear! And it's not like this is just a little picture that no one but Mom and Dad (and probably a few distant relatives) will see. This is middle school now! It'll be in the yearbook, there for all my peers to judge. I swear, *someone* (besides Kate Sanders, Claire Miller, all my teachers, my parents, and my little brother) is out to get me!
Mom and Dad think I'm asleep, and I think I hear someone coming. I'd better try to sleep-- I don't need bags under my eyes *and* the wrong outfit.
Monday, August 15
Out of all the ways this day could have gone, I think the way it *did* go was perfect. Even though I thought it was going to be one of the most miserable days of my life, it ended up being the best picture day *ever*!
To make a long story short, thanks to toad boy, I had to wear the unicorn sweater Gammy McGuire made me for Christmas last year. I spent the entire day trying to find an outfit-- any outfit-- to wear instead while Miranda was battling Kate again. They were both wearing the same outfit, and this did *not* make either of them very happy. Gordo found me the perfect top to wear for pictures, but it got ruined when I dove in front of the paint that Kate got this guy to throw at Miranda in art to ruin her outfit.
Fortunately, I didn't let this mess my picture up, either. Actually, my picture turned out perfecty. It couldn't have expressed my personality better. And Gordo and Miranda's pictures were great, too. All I know is that this day will definitely go down as a picture day none of us will ever forget.
Miranda said that she couldn't believe what I did for her, even though she knows she's my best friend and everything, and I guess I kind of understand what she means. Like, Gordo went to the drama club president and got all those great clothes for me even though he thought it was more important to be a good person than to look good in a picture, and even though he had his own stuff going on. I couldn't believe he did something so sweet for me! But then, he *is* Gordo, and he *is* my best friend...
And plus, he *was* kind of right. Even though it *is* really important to look good in a picture, it's just as important to be a good person, too.